Message-ID: <41587asstr$1049249404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Originating-Email: [turtlemeat69@hotmail.com] From: "Kenny Gamura" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 02 Apr 2003 00:47:27.0182 (UTC) FILETIME=[6ECFFEE0:01C2F8B1] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 02 Apr 2003 00:47:26 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Officer Sherry, USMCR {Gamera} (FF/M blackmail anal/toy) Date: Tue, 1 Apr 2003 21:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, hecate Disclaimer What follows is a work of fiction. Things have been completely made up by the fevered mind of the writer. 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Thank You and Good Day, Kenny N Gamera turtlemeat69@hotmail.com www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera/www www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera Officer Sherry, USMCR by Kenny N Gamera "Gin." "Crap. You beat me again, Gunny." "Sorry, sir." "And don't 'sorry, sir' me," answered Sherry as she gathered up the cards for her deal. "You're a marine. You are supposed to try to win." The two were the only marines awake in the fighting vehicle as it was buffeted by the wind of another mild sandstorm. The card game kept them occupied. Between games they each would check outside. As Sherry shuffled the cards for the next hand, the Gunny looked out through the periscope. "Damn sand, sir," she said as she scanned the Iraqi desert. "I can even feel it getting into my pussy. Sir." "So can I. And I wish you wouldn't mention it. Each time you do I get uncomfortable." "Sorry, sir," they said together. Sherry added, "And can the 'sorry, sir' shit, Marine. You sound like a swabbie." "Stick it in your ass, sir." "Now you sound like a marine." "Sir, we got an incoming car. Heading right down the road towards us. Should I wake up the guys, sir." "Nope, they're too exhausted. I think we can take care of a car by ourselves. I used to do it all the time before my call up." "You aren't a cop no more, sir. And this ain't no city street neither, sir." "Same thing. Hell, these guys aren't as well armed as some of the gangs back home. Can't shoot as straight either." "Very good, sir." They wrapped up their faces with scarves and slipped on goggles before they stepped outside. The black luxury car speeding towards them began to slow down. It came to a stop when the Gunny pointed her light machine gun at it. It slid slightly past the fighting vehicle. The bumper had stickers saying "Give Peace a Chance" and "No Iraqi War." Sherry walked over to the driver's side and signaled the driver to roll his window. It lowered with the slight hum of an electric motor and revealed a stoutly built man with a thick black mustache. He wore an olive uniform with a matching beret and red rank insignia. Sherry leaned down to the driver. #Can I help you,# asked the man in Arabic and with a nervous voice. #Is there a problem?# #Can I see your license, sir?# The man fumbled with his wallet. #I realize that I was going a little fast, but I was on the way to the...uh...hospital. I...uh...hurt...uh my...leg.# #Oh, sir? And what happened? To your leg?# #I had an accident with a...a...a tomahawk.# #Okay, Mr...# Sherry studied the license. #...Mr. Hussein. Can you step out of the car?# The man stepped from the car. His leg wore a slightly bloody white bandage. He stood rather motionless, but his gaze shifted between Sherry and the Gunny. His hands twitched. #Are you carrying any weapons, sir?# #No,# he answered in a sharp voice as he shook his head. #No weapons. No weapons at all. I am a peaceful man.# #Do you mind if we search your car to make sure, sir?# The man swallowed quickly, but before he could say anything, Sherry signaled to the Gunny. "Search the car." As the marine started to go through the car, Sherry continued to question the man. #Why the uniform, sir?# #I was at a...uh...costume party.# #Very good, sir,# Sherry said mindlessly as she studied the license. #Umm?# #Yes, Mr. Hussein?# #I'm in kind of a hurry, you see. Lot's of things to do.# "Sir," said the gunnery sargeant,"No weapons. Just a bunch of files. Mostly chemistry stuff." "I see." Sherry turned back to the man. #Well, sir...# #Listen...what can I do to get you to let me go?# #Well.# Sherry looked at her sergeant. "Gunny, grab my toy. We're going to have a little fun." "Yes, sir." #Listen up. Me and my sergeant haven't seen any action since we got here. We are a couple of horny little women.# The man began to smile. #And I feel like having some action right now.# #I think that I can help you.# #Oh, I am sure.# The Gunny came out of the fighting vehicle carrying a double-headed dildo that had a sharp bend in the last three inches so that it was shaped much like the hebrew characterlamedh or the number two without the base. #Bend over.# Sherry twisted the man around and pushed him down against the hood of the car. With a yank, his pants were brought his pants down to his knees. He heard the zipper of Sherry's fatigues. He turned around to see her insert the short end into her pussy. Sherry shoved his head hard against the car's hood. He felt something press against his puckered anus. #No! No! Not there!# With a sudden motion, he felt the thick toy press into his body. He closed his eyes against the pain as it slid deep into him. When he re-opened them he found himself looking straight into a pussy covered with several day's stubble . Gunny grabbed his head and forced it down. "Eat me, sir." #My sergeant wants her pussy licked. So start licking her.# The man ran his tongue over the coarse hair around the lips of the female marine's pussy. The pain in his ass decreased. In a few short minutes, it dropped enough that he could feel the pressure against his prostrate gland. Soon his moans joined those of his captors. Then it happened, Sherry could feel the man spasm beneath her as he humped the hood of the car and smeared his seed on its surface. "The bastard came, Gunny," shouted Sherry. This set off the sergeant. She shrieked out as an orgasm overtook her. Finally, the little stub inside her pussy made Sherry orgasm herself. Behind them, the three heard the cheers of a squad of marines. #Okay, beat it buster.# The red-faced man quickly pulled up his pants and nodded. In short order, he was in the car and driving down the road. In a heartbeat, it was lost in the dark. "Do you think we should've let him go, sir? There might be some trouble." "Oh, don't worry, Gunny." There was a distant thud in the night. Sherry smiled. "There won't be any problems at all." _________________________________________________________________ Help STOP SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+